Time

If I could remember time
When all the poems had to rhyme
When my parentes always shined
I'd still be there, It'd still be mine

When we played with hopeless dreams
When the world was up on wings
When the bells would always ring
Nothing broken, so it seemed

Innocence is not a word
That I remember, It's been blurred
Goodbye my sweet, sweet ember
That might not even be remembered